NCIS (2003–…): Season 11, Episode 13 - Double Back - full transcript

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The Secretary
of the U.S. Navy's dead.

You ever hear of a terrorist
whack job named Benham Parsa?

We used a Hellfire missile
to destroy his compound in Pakistan.

He wants revenge, right?

Defense believes that Parsa may have
recovered UAV, smuggled it stateside.

There's a black-tie
gala event dinner.

A who's who from the intel world.

Delilah wants to bring McGee
as her plus-one.

The gala,
half the counterterrorism community is

there tonight, people who have
been hunting Parsa for years.

- What's going on?
- Parsa's drone wasn't destroyed.

He's using it on the Conrad gala.

Bishop, get me an address.

Federal agents!

Benham Parsa, hands above your head!

McGee's okay. He wasn't
in the hotel when the drone hit.

She's in surgery.
They're doing what they can.

Get to work. You find him.

It's okay.

You're in the hospital.

We were at the gala...

What happened? What happened?

There was an explosion.

How many?

How many people?

Six dead.
22 wounded.

It was... it was Parsa?

Did you get him?

Hanging a Ringer's.

- What's going on?
- BP dropping. 60/32.

- Get the code team!
- Right away!

Sir, we need to get her
into surgery.

She's not breathing.
I'll bag her.

Prepped and ready!

We need two units O-neg.

NCIS Season 11 Episode 13
Double Back

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

Text from McGee.
Delilah's back in surgery.

I just feel so helpless.

I want to help the little man,
but I have no idea what to do.

Did you say something?

Are you talking to me
when you know I can't hear you

to use me as some sort
of... confessional?

Are you on your third bag
of little orange things?

Cheese puffs are the perfect
food to support the linkage

between new info and stuff
already stored in the brain.

Just like the cheesy particles
left on the fingers

link to the cheesy taste.

That makes sense.

What are you linking?

Nothing, so far.

What about Parsa's computers?

Abby said they were used
for the drone strike only.

Gave us nothing.

Okay. So we go back to basics.

- Parsa runs when he's threatened.
- Camp got hit, ran here from Pakistan.

He feels threatened here,
might run back there.

Or stay and pretend
to run back there.

- Or run someplace else.
- I don't like talking this fast. Stop.

I tend to bring that out in people.

I should've warned you.
Sorry.

Stop saying you're sorry, Bishop.

Sign of weakness. Right.

You told me that.

I'll remember it now.

Surviving bodyguard,

- he didn't know anything.
- That makes sense.

Background suggested both men
inside the building

with Parsa were hired guns.

It could be the same story
for the two inside the SUV with him.

Speaking of the getaway car,
stolen plates, no hits on the BOLO yet.

But I did add your description
of the guy driving.

If you want to sit down with me
for a quick second, I can do a sketch.

- Or not.
- Grab your gear.

I knew this day would come. Did you
just hear about a body telepathically?

It's not a body.
It's a bullet.

Bullet...?

I had so many questions to ask him.

I didn't want to interrupt
his silent thing,

- so I held it in.
- Solid choice.

So we're looking
for a bullet because...

It clipped the guy.
Could have DNA on it.

Parsa's?

No. The driver.

Seriously? How'd you get that?

Well, it's like
Gorillas in the Mist.

You'll come
to understand his grunts.

- Where is everybody?
- Priority is at the gala.

They haven't processed this yet.

Benham Parsa!

Hands above your head!

Come stand here.

Why?

I can do that. Okay.

Put your hand up.

Right there. Okay.

Hold that...

right... there.

Hey, I was thinking
about making McGee a casserole.

Maybe a pot roast.

You talk to him?

Just text.

Maybe pork chops.

He likes pork chops.

- Beautiful.
- Oh, yeah.

- It's got to be one of these.
- You find it?

Go dig us up
the nearest sawzall, Bishop.

Wait, what?

This is the little bullet
that could.

The reason is because
it distorted when it struck the driver,

capturing DNA in the copper jacket.

It lost velocity

on the way,
but it still had enough to hit the door.

- We get a hit?
- Did we ever.

Parsa's associate
is none other than...

Bashir Malik.
50 years old.

Arrested in 2002 for assaulting
a police officer.

He was born in the States but spent

his childhood in Karachi, Pakistan.

Parsa's hometown.

Yeah, but that's not the scary part.

When I added Malik's name
to the BOLO, I got

a response from the NCIS
Marine Corps West Field Office.

- Pendleton has eyes on him?
- Had.

Malik was the suspect in

the unsolved bombing of a communications
center at Camp Pendleton.

Building 4A.
The bomb didn't completely detonate,

thank God,
so there were no casualties.

- That happened in April 1990.
- Yeah.

That's what I meant by scary.

I mean, if we can link Malik
to last night,

then it's logical he was
involved at Pendleton, too.

He's had two decades of experience.

That's a long time

to get very angry
and very organized.

What are you doing here?

Crisis counselor for the victims
of the drone attack.

You were... at the gala.

I wasn't aware NCIS was...

I was there with Delilah Fielding.

She's my girlfriend.

She was receiving
the Conrad Fellowship.

How is she?

There was a lot of shrapnel.

She's back in surgery

with internal bleeding.

She's in good hands here.

And her family?

Her parents are on their way
from Wisconsin.

I told everybody else not to come.

They need to be focused on Parsa.

Of course.

I can stay with you
for a while, if you like.

No, I'm okay.

Thank you, though.

If you change your mind,
you have my number.

Bashir Malik.
Only child

born to a Pakistani father,
American mother, both deceased.

Malik was born in L.A.,
raised in Pakistan,

then moved back to California
when he was 18.

We usually wait for him to say "go".

I got excited.

- Keep going. I heard you.
- Malik is in our system

for assaulting an officer in 2002.

Cop mistook his car for one involved

in the abduction of a Nevada
woman named Keely Jones.

Malik got a little worked up.

What about back in '90?

At the time of the bombing,
Malik was employed as

a delivery truck driver
for Wellspring Fruit.

He later worked his way up
to head of distribution.

Morning in question, Malik's truck was
seen near the communications center

that was hit.
NIS brought him in

for questioning a bunch of times.

They had an idea back then
he was their guy.

Yeah, but nothing to hold him on.

He got away with it.

Who knows what he's gotten away
with since.

The bomb only partially
detonated but, overall, Malik's

network and tactics worked,
so why change them?

Associates, MO's,
anything he used back then

could be relevant now with Parsa.

I already contacted
the West Field Office.

1990 investigation was headed up
by NIS Agent Duke Turner.

He spent hours interviewing Malik.

Pendleton's uploading
the videos on a secure site.

I'd like to speak directly to Turner.
He might be able to shed light on...

He's dead.

Heart attack two years ago.

His videos
and notes are all we have.

All right.
I'll start in.

Clearances passed. We can head over
there now and swap intel with them.

Get me set up
with the videos before you go.

Maybe you want to wait for us
to just do that. I mean...

are you sure you want to be
at the controls yourself?

Start, forward, back up.

I can handle it.

Yeah, usually
he's like some Sasquatch.

"Freeze it".
And then, "Slow it down".

But, this time, very proficient.

With the one finger but still.

And I'm proud of him.

So you mean that flip
phone is by choice?

He loves the flip phone.

You didn't tell me
Robert Redford was in the building.

I rarely get the Redford.

You could be my Debra Winger,
Legal Eagle.

I love her.

Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

What do you have for us?

Sounds like the Interpol summit
became all about Parsa.

Consensus is he was planning to bug
out directly after the drone attack.

- You mean leave the US.
- That is the word.

NCIS have a rep at the summit?

Director Vance is on the way now.

I'm sorry, I didn't catch the name.

Robert Redford, I am very rude.

NSA Senior Intelligence
Analyst Sofia Martinez.

Yeah, look at that.
I got the NSA part,

'cause we're in the NSA.

I just figured you enjoy
the particulars, Very Special Agent.

I am a man who enjoys
name specificity.

As does my favorite
licensed troubleshooter.

- Bond...
- James Bond...

Thunderball.

You got the reference.

You're surprised.
Which means you used that

to make me think
you knew something I didn't.

Tony, Martinez is
a SME for Hayat Parsa.

You're a what?!

SME is short for
"Subject Matter Expert".

Hayat Parsa...

is Benham's sister in Pakistan.

I've been monitoring
her communications

since Parsa showed up
on the radar in '07.

I know who Hayat Parsa is.

Great, then I'm sure you know
Benham and Hayat were once very close.

Six years later, we've detected

very little communication
between the two of them.

She still getting
calls from pay phones?

Unidentified callers,

conversations in code
we believe are about Benham.

Girl knows how to protect
her brother.

If you could send us reports,
that'd be great.

Reports'd be good. And keep us
in the loop on anything else.

Sure thing, DiKnows-It-All.
Sure thing.

- Excuse me.
- Bye.

Is she single?

No. It's a bad idea.

I mean, she reminds me
of someone annoying, I...

I just can't figure out who it is.

It was only my father
and me in Pakistan.

He taught me to be a welder.

When he died, I realized
I wanted something more.

And so I saved my money
and I came here,

to America.

Bashir,

we both know
that's not what I asked you.

And now...

I move fruit

from one place to another.

It's the American Dream, is it not?

I have a witness
that puts you in an alley

a block from Building 4A
that morning.

Were you there or not?

I was there, yes.

But only to deliver fruit
to the commissary.

- What time?
- It was early.

You called?

Yeah, I need you to do a profile
on this guy, Bashir Malik.

I must say, I find it rather odd

that someone of Malik's experience

would bow to a relative
newcomer like Parsa.

Yeah, he's different
than I thought he'd be.

How so?

More human.

McGee call you?

But Tony did mention

that Delilah was undergoing
a second surgery.

Thought that would be done by now.

Perhaps we should call him?

I did. I did, I called him
and left a message.

But he hasn't called back.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

- But, the BOLO?
- Yeah, what about it?

Metro Police found Parsa's SUV.

Tony's gonna meet us there.

Here you go, Duck.
Thanks.

FBI and Homeland are on the way.

- Anybody see anything?
- Witnesses heard the explosion.

By the time they got to the alley,
it was empty. We did get...

a sage piece of windshield advice.

That's Parsa's handwriting.

Really, Benham Parsa?

You think you can just
leave us a note and run away?

I know...
how about I write you a note.

"Dear Benham Parsa,
you can kiss my..."

I have things to tell you.

It's why I'm here, Abs.
Okay, so

we get absolutely nothing

from this message,
except for further

proof that Parsa is a coward jerk.

Now, it makes sense that Parsa
would want to ditch the SUV

that Malik picked him up in.

Well, he knew I could I.D. him.

Plus, all the windows are blown out,
so he couldn't really drive it anywhere

without being noticed.

But why blow it up?

Malik was hit. Could have been
to get rid of the blood.

Cleaning up DNA evidence
is one possibility.

But I also found these.

Two bolts that don't match the factory
specs for this model SUV.

I'm just thinking that maybe

there was some other object inside
the vehicle when it blew up.

I'm still trying
to figure out what it was.

I'm so glad you're here,

and so not hurt.
And so...

McHuggable.

How's Delilah, Tim?

They stopped the bleeding.

She's in recovery,
her parents are there now.

Good. Glad she's okay.

You should go home.

Get some rest.

No, I'm good, Boss.

Do you think Delilah would mind
if I stopped by?

Sister Rosita taught me, like,
20 hospital-friendly ways

to entertain patients.

All I need is a hula hoop
and a glass of water.

Abby, I'll let you know as soon
as she's ready for visitors.

Sure you're okay?

Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

Thought maybe you could
give me a quick brief

and then I can go over everything
Bishop's got on the floor upstairs.

And then I can update you
with a direction.

I don't need you up and running
in the next five minutes.

No, I know.

But I'm here to work.
I'm ready to work.

Well, I still need
your "fitness for duty" eval

before you do anything.

Well, I talked to Dr. Cranston
at the hospital.

I still need the paperwork, Tim.

So go talk to her again.

23 years is more
than a stroll around the block.

Good bet whatever NIS recorded
in my statement back then

is more accurate
than what I could tell you now.

Yeah. Looking at a different angle.

Things can get lost in reports.

It's whatever you can remember, Top.

I was out for a run.

Early morning.

Still dark.

I passed the commissary,

saw a truck.

Produce truck.

Don't remember the name.

Wellspring Fruit.

That was it.

Statement said that the truck
location stuck out to you.

It was parked in the side alley.

Front of the building is
where they unloaded, not the side.

What'd you see?

Bashir Malik.

Learned his name later,
never forgot it.

He was exiting
the truck when I passed.

In my mind,

he parked there
because he never made a delivery.

He walked down the alley to 4A,

planted the bomb, drove off.

Why are you back into this, gunny?

It could be relevant
to a current threat.

Malik?

I kept tabs on him.

Only time his name came back
to me was in '02.

Yeah, I know.

Arrested for assaulting
a police officer.

He was pulled over for driving a car

like the one Keely Jones
was last seen in.

Nothing stuck.
But I thought...

a man crazy enough to plant a bomb

would probably have no qualms

about abducting a woman.

Perspective?

Yeah, exactly, I thought

a different angle might help.

- You're the doctor.
- Here for a house call.

Is Agent McGee...

Director's office
was the only space available.

He's waiting for you.

In case you hadn't heard,
that's a really good desk.

Yeah, I know.
I mean...

I heard.

Did you know the agent
who sat here before?

I knew both of them.

You don't have to tell me.
It's pretty clear

I'm looking at some gigantic shoes.

Unfillable.

True.

But I think both women who sat
there would say the same thing.

When it comes to growing,
there's no better place for a desk

than next to these three.

Hey. It's Martinez.

Got something interesting.
Can you secure video conference?

For sure, yeah.
Just give me a second.

Listen, I've been wracking
my brain since you left.

That guy you were with,

he reminds me of someone
so annoying, but

I just can't think of who.

You?

Me.

The movie references, the nicknames,

it's like you guys are cut
from the same weird cloth.

Please don't tell me that's
why you called.

No, I have something for you, but...

you didn't have to bring
your whole desk.

Hello.

Hello. Again.

I heard you picked up
something on your Whisper 2000.

Well, while you were busy
coming up with that one,

I was busy monitoring a phone call

Hayat Parsa received from
an unidentified caller on a pay phone.

Now, during that conversation
she rattled off a series of numbers.

What were they?

180, 60, 45.

- Does that mean anything to you?
- Not off the top of my head.

- What's the context?
- Well, like I told you before,

these pay-phone calls are in code.

But it does seem significant. She's
mentioned these numbers several times

saying, quote,

"It's not enough."

Enough what?

180, 60, 45.

It's got to mean something.

I was outside on the phone
when it happened.

You were fortunate.

Well, I just mean, as far as what I saw,
it could have been worse.

What about Delilah?

What she saw?

No. What you felt
about her being inside.

She was one of the first people
they got out of the building.

It wasn't long before I knew
she was going to be okay.

Honestly, I'm fine.

She's fine.
I'm ready to work.

"And miles to go before I sleep."

What are you writing?

I'm writing that you're giving
the perfect responses, Tim.

Is that a problem?

Well, I'd rather hear the real ones.

These are the real ones.

Is it just me that you're shutting out,
or is it everyone?

If my answers were good...

I just need your signature.

- Did you check with the commissary?
- You know I checked with it.

Then you saw I delivered the fruit.

I could not have planted a bomb
and unloaded all of that fruit

- in 15 minutes. It's common sense, no?
- Why were you parked in the alley?

- Unloading is out front.
- I told you.

- It was my first time delivering there.
- Records have you there twice before.

- What records? Your records are wrong.
- You knew unloading was out front.

- I didn't!
- Why were you in the alley?

Sir... I am not a terrorist.

I just move things
from one place to another.

I would appreciate

if you treated me with some respect.

Sir... I am not a terrorist.

I just move things
from one place to another.

Malik moves things, Duck.

That's his job.

I don't follow you.

He delivered the fruit, Duck,

while someone else planted the bomb.

That's a clever theory.

The alley would be the perfect place

for the bomber to enter
in the back of the truck unseen.

- What proof do we have?
- 2002.

Malik's car matches one
that Keely Jones was in.

Her husband was abusive.
He never would have let her go.

You believe that Malik
was taking her to safety?

He moves whoever pays him.

Transportation is Malik's specialty.

He has taken great pride
in building up

this far-reaching network,
which he uses for distribution.

- Or escape routes?
- Precisely.

If Malik made
the Pendleton bomber vanish,

then there's a very real possibility

that Parsa is also gone for good.

McGee, you're back.

Paperwork came through this morning.

Fantastic! Awesome!

I'm glad
that Delilah's doing better.

That was pretty scary.

You know that casserole
I was talking about. I made it.

I can drop it by after work.

Thank you, but I'm okay.

I want to.

You know, at my men's health group,
they talk about...

It's important to be sensitive

during sensitive times, so...

I could make you pork chops.

Pork chops?

I heard "pork chops".
It's kind of early,

- but I'm in.
- Let's go. Update.

Gibbs, good morning.

I know you guys skip the greetings,
but it just feels kind of weird.

So, we're operating based
on the theory

that Bashir Malik was hired
to make Parsa disappear.

Malik's bank records support that.

They show a series
of cash deposits beginning

two months after Keely Jones.
Same thing after Pendleton.

Deposits were small
and irregular to avoid suspicion.

Thanks to his time
with Wellspring Fruit,

Malik is an expert
in distribution routes.

He's developed relationships
with trucks, trains and cargo planes.

FBI and Homeland are checking out
his contacts, but so far, nothing.

- Gibbs, can you come to the lab?
- Sure. Be right down.

DiNozzo, Bishop, check in again
with FBI and Homeland.

I'm still working on those numbers
from Hayat Parsa.

You're all caught up.

Yeah, almost.

I got in early.
Dr. Cranston signed my rec.

There's a few more cross-references

I want to run between Parsa
and Malik...

Take it easy.

Sure, Boss.

Sorry Gibbs.
Flash works.

I know rule 62 is to always give people
space when they get off the elevator,

but this is really important.
I don't want to waste any time.

- What is, Abs?
- I think I know why he blew up the SUV.

He didn't want us to know
it was modified.

- It was modified? How?
- Well, at first I thought

these bolts belonged to something
that was sitting inside the vehicle,

but then I found more mounted
to the undercarriage.

Can you see 'em?

They're right there next
to where the gas tank was.

If there was a gas tank,
which there wasn't.

At least
not where it was supposed to be.

Gotcha.

I mean, considering
the amount of damage done

to the sides of the SUV
from the blast,

it's likely that the gas tank was split
and then relocated into the doors.

And in the void that was left...

- He made a hiding place.
- Exactly.

The compartment
was anchored by the bolts, and

it's approximately six feet
by two feet by one-and-a-half feet.

That's big enough
to hide a person, Gibbs.

Boss...

the compartment suggests
Parsa was planning

on passing some kind
of checkpoint in the SUV.

I've already alerted Mexican
and Canadian border authorities.

- A checkpoint could mean anything.
- The car would be searched

if it were being shipped
overseas by boat or air freight.

You know, Boss,
this whole thing seems counterintuitive.

I mean, Parsa has millions.

You'd think he'd find a more
sophisticated way than a hiding spot.

You'd think.

It's exactly why he went grass roots,
hired an old master.

Since they ditched the car, it's like
they changed their plan all together.

They use the metric
system in Pakistan?

What?

She rubbing off on you?

What were the dimensions
of the compartment?

Approximately...

six by two by one-and-a-half.

Convert that to centimeters,
it's what?

About 180 by 60 by 45.

- The numbers Hayat said on the phone.
- She said, "It's not enough".

She was worried the compartment
space was too small.

She knew how Parsa was getting out.

CIA already has operatives
embedded in Karachi. They can grab her.

No. By the time we break her,
her intel would be irrelevant.

Hayat wouldn't turn without a fight.

Bottom line, her loyalty
to Benham could be unbreakable.

Okay. So, we use it.

Sit rep, this is Follows.

Per the joint agenda, at 22:32 PKT,

- our embedded Agent J...
- Hold on. Just one minute.

One minute, please.

- Where's Gibbs?
- Updating the director and SecNav.

He's coming.
Go ahead. We're ready.

Per the joint agenda, at 22:32 PKT,

our embedded Agent J approached
the home of Hayat Parsa.

His objective: to convince her
that Benham Parsa's

escape went awry,
leaving him in imminent danger.

Did she bite?

Since Agent J left the premises,
approximately eight minutes have passed,

with sources on the ground reporting
no movement into or out of the house.

It's too much time. She already would've
done an impulsive move.

She's analytical. I guarantee
she's thinking this through.

We've got to be patient.

- Doc, I can't talk right now.
- No. It's important.

It's about McGee.

What? You signed his rec?

Did he talk to you about Delilah?

He said she's fine.

Gibbs, I just spoke to the family.

There were complications
during the surgery yesterday.

A piece of shrapnel
transected her spinal cord.

She's paralyzed.

Does McGee know that?

Since yesterday.

Delilah's mother said he was
inconsolable after they heard the news.

He left the hospital
before she even woke up.

Gibbs,
this level of avoidance could be

diagnostically significant.

I need to talk to him.

Gibbs, we're on.

I'll send him out to you.

Hayat just made an outgoing call.

U.S. country code.
NSA jurisdiction is foreign.

I'm on the trace.

Patching the call through.

- Who is this?
- Tell me what went wrong.

Positive I.D. on Hayat's voice.

The number she dialed isn't
in the database.

- ... to call this for emergency.
- It's a burn phone.

- Signal's bouncing all over.
- Call's gonna be short.

We're almost there.

Looks local.

I was told something went wrong!
He is in danger.

I am doing my part.
The move is underway.

- That's Malik.
- Talk to us, McGee.

I'm almost there.

Another occupant is
approaching the front door.

She's gonna hang up.

Something is wrong.
Get rid of everything now!

Wait...

All right, I got it.
433 Hope Street Southeast.

Industrial district.

Someone is coming.

Have FBI and Homeland meet us there.

Dr. Cranston's waiting
outside for you.

Federal agents! Hands in the air!
Get away from the barrel!

- Don't move!
- My hands are up. You have me.

You have me!
You have me!

Turn around! Back to me!

Put your hands down.

This is NCIS.
We have Bashir Malik in custody.

Check the rest
of the place for Parsa.

Where is he?

Where is Parsa?

Where is Parsa!

Something going on with McGee, Boss?

Get him to Interrogation.

I spoke to him,

and the minute I mentioned Delilah,
he became highly agitated and left.

I have to rescind
my recommendation, Gibbs.

He cannot be at work right now.

Are you sure, Doc?

If he's triggered,
his judgment could be impaired.

- You got any idea where he went?
- No.

And going after him
will just make it worse.

He's not in a spiral. He just needs
to process this on his own.

And we need to let him.

We need to find another direction.

We're gonna lose Parsa.

We're gonna lose him again.

We're gonna get this guy to talk.

Granted, the ones with the combed hair
usually take a little longer, but...

Gibbs'll bring him around.

He didn't break back in '90. What makes
you think this time will be different?

Well, we did catch him
cleaning out a terrorist lair.

He's got no family.

All he cares about is his work.

We have zero leverage
to make him give up Parsa.

Take it easy, Bishop.

Here he comes.
Watch and learn.

I need to be doing.
I'm gonna go help Abby with documents.

The warehouse was his headquarters.

I was responsible for the exit,

not the endpoint.

Part of the exit meant
that everything must go.

Like the commercials.

"Everything must go."

I didn't stop to read
the documents before I burned them.

Documents weren't the question.

You want to know where is Parsa.

I told you, I don't know.

Where'd you take him?

Sir, don't look at me that way.

I am not a terrorist.

I just move things
from one place to another.

I know about you moving things,
Bashir.

I know about your remodeled car.

I know about Pendleton.

Pendleton was a long time ago.

You think that changes who you are?

All this time I have done a job,

and I have done it to perfection.

The years, they come and go,
and I move people.

People you don't know about,
people you can't imagine.

And yet you judge me based on two?

You're damn right I judge you!

This is what you helped.

- Judge my work alone.
- This is what you moved.

My father was nothing,
and I am a success.

You are the same as Parsa.

Sir, I am not!

Prove it.

Sir, I am not a terrorist.

I just move things...

from one place to another.

You want me to take a crack?

Where's Abby with the documents?

They're burned up pretty bad,
could take days to get anything useful.

This guy's the best thing
we got going for us.

- Go help Abby.
- You okay, Boss?

I need time to think.

I don't want to talk about it.

I just came here to tell you
I want to work, I deserve to work.

I can't have you here like this.

I've done everything you've asked me
to do since I got back.

- I traced that call, I traced it fast.
- I know.

Am I doing my job or not?

You're more important than the job.

No, I'm not.

Because it should have been you
instead of her?

You couldn't have known, Tim.

It was my job to know,
Parsa was my job.

Our job, Tim.

He was our job, not yours.
Ours.

We tried like hell to know in time,
but we didn't.

I don't know how to talk to her.

I will go back
to the hospital with you.

No, this is something I have
to figure out on my own. I just...

I can't do it right now.

Please, just let me do my job.

Just talk.

Just tell her the truth.

Truth is...

this man almost got put away

for helping Keely Jones.

Her husband was beating her.

I moved her to a new life.

Truth is,
things aren't black-and-white.

If I tell you what I know...

that's all I'll be remembered for.

Maybe.

But you'll be doing what's right.

Truth is, I know
that that matters to you.

Doesn't it?

Parsa...

was hidden in a car.

I smuggled him...

onto a freight train in Baltimore
that transports automobiles.

I was to move his bodyguard as well,
but as you know, things happened.

I only had one car
left to work with.

The bodyguard had
to find his own way.

To where?

The train...

was going to Miami,

but Parsa was to de-board
along the way.

For my own safety,
I don't know where.

All I know is...

he is gone.

Promise me you will try.

When the reporters come.

Tell them I'm not a terrorist.

I should have been here
when you woke up.

You're here now.

So we know Parsa was
on a train en route to Miami.

Homeland's been notified.

Bodyguard must meet him
somewhere along the way.

I'm gonna check the train route.

Her family wanted some time.

If it's okay, I'm gonna come in
tomorrow and...

tell the others what happened.

Whenever you're ready.

Boss, would you mind
sitting with me?